"Give Lao Tzu to rush forward, who dares to take a step back, Lao Tzu will fucking cut him first!"

The warlord general of the Beijing camp drew the long knife at his waist and roared with a red neck.

Just now, his brother-in-law died under the random arrows, but the warlord general didn't blink an eyelid, and rushed forward with his neck in hand.

This is the battlefield, either kill the enemy or kill all your own people.

Not to mention his brother-in-law, even if his own uncle died in front, he would not take a step back. His duty is to supervise the war, and all those who retreat will be killed!

Even if his own father was in front and wanted to retreat, he would kill him!

"Kill!!"

"Kill !!"

The soldiers of the Beijing camp rushed towards the enemy with their swords, their eyes were resolute and crazy, they had no idea of retreating in their minds at all, the only thought was to kill all the enemies in front of them!

However, their enemies did not roar, there was no trace of impetuousness in their emotions, but they calmly stabbed the spear in their hands forward, and continued to stab after killing the enemy.

Onward, onward!

The length of the standard spear is five to six meters, it is an extremely test of wrist strength, the tip of the spear is pure steel, the handle of the spear is solid wood, the lower end of the handle is iron and the tail is sharp, the tip and edge of the spear are sharp, and the bullet is loud.

However, Wei Wushu's spear is different from the standard spear, and Wei Wushu's spear is eight meters!

When it reaches this strength, ordinary people can't lift it up with the handle and tail, but Wei Wushu's spearmen can take out the spear very casually, collect the spear, and then take out the spear!

Their movements are uniform, like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, clean and clean.

The sprinting soldiers of the Beijing camp had not yet approached the enemy five meters before they had already fallen under the spear, and then the soldiers behind rushed over with the corpses of the fallen soldiers in front of them and continued to fall.

After a few charges, the corpses of Wei Wushu's spearmen were already stacked several meters high in front of them!

"General, our army has suffered heavy losses, but even the enemy's spearmen have not broken through, do you want to withdraw your troops temporarily?"

A soldier walked up to the general of the war in the camp and asked.

"Withdraw a few!"

The warlord drew his knife and cut off the soldiers' necks, and shouted to the warlords behind him: "The soldiers who rushed to the front have finished, and now it's our turn to supervise the war, grass, hit Lao Tzu, kill!" ”

"Kill!!"

The general of the war supervisor rushed to the front, he licked his chapped lips, and actually laughed: "Grass, Lao Tzu died happily today!" ”

The capture soldiers were finished, and it was their turn to supervise the soldiers, and none of them retreated!

Everyone has their own beliefs in their hearts, especially the most elite division of a hundred battles like Jingying.

Their belief is the imperial court.

For the sake of faith, die without regrets!

……

"The spearmen did not retreat, the raiders bypassed from the southwest, copied the nest on the opposite side, the archers, shot arrows one hundred and thirty-five steps to the east, divided into three waves, took turns to shoot arrows, did not stop for a moment, completely knocked down the enemy's archers, don't give them a chance to breathe!"

Wei Wu was in the middle of the army, and Wu Qi was commanding in an orderly manner, and each of them hit the key point of Dong Liangce in the Beijing camp.

"The first wave of the enemy's charge has been defeated, but it is not enough, no one can be spared, after the first wave of the enemy's charging troops are annihilated, the spearmen take forty steps forward, compressing the enemy's living space, as long as the raiders succeed in the sneak attack, they will immediately advance, flank on both sides, and use the archers to consume them remotely. At a distance of one hundred and thirty-five paces, the enemy's archers have basically lost their combat capability, so our army's shield bearers can also be torn off temporarily, rush over, divide into two groups, surround the enemy's left and right flanks, and trap them in the formation! ”

"Yes!" After receiving Wu Qi's military order, the herald immediately went to convey it to the ministries.

Wu Qi looked at the enemy army and counted the time.

Now that the war has not been started for more than four minutes and an hour, the enemy army has already been trapped and killed in the net laid by Wu Qi, and it is only a matter of time before the 50,000 elites of the Beijing battalion are completely eaten.

Dong Liangce, the general of the Beijing camp, didn't know what kind of terrifying enemy he was facing.

He is Wu Qi, defeating 500,000 elite Wu Qi of Great Qin with 50,000 Wei warriors!

Among the art of war that Dong Liangce learned, there was a battle created by Wu Qi!

……

The endless plain, the sound of horses' hooves is endless.

Three thousand cavalry galloped, and the dust and fog were continuous, white horses, white robes, and white generals.

There are two people on three thousand white horses, one riding a white horse, wearing a white robe, and a young man in his twenties.

The other rode a black horse, dressed in plain clothes, and held a silver spear.

Yan Gang, as well as Zhu Huan.

As a light horseman, Baima Yicong was the fastest, and he was twenty miles ahead of the tiger and leopard, and Wei Wushu fifty miles.

Zhu Huan personally led 3,000 white horse servants to meet the strongest iron cavalry in Beijing, those Ming iron cavalry who had swept the remnants of the Northern Yuan Dynasty in Mobei.

"Your Highness, in fact, you don't have to come in person, we can naturally break the enemy army, the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, if it hurts you, then it is not a pity to die ten thousand times." Yan Gang said as he rode his horse.

"Yan Gang, you can't help but underestimate this king too much." Zhu Huan said with a smile: "My hands can also hold a strong bow and ride a fierce horse." ”

"Your Highness is whatever you say, the last general only knows, I will definitely stand in front of you, clear the enemy for you, and be the sharpest knife in your hand!" Yan Gang said bluntly.

This is just a young man in his twenties, and his ideas are not as complicated as Wu Qi, Wu Qi is worried that he will not be reused by Zhu Huan, while Yan Gang does not have this idea.

He only knew that if Zhu Huan wanted to fight, he would fight, and wherever Zhu Huan asked him to fight, he would fight.

If someone throws a knife at Zhu Huan, Yan Gang will kill the person who made the knife, if he can't kill it, then he will block in front of Zhu Huan, even if he dies, he has to die in front of Zhu Huan.

Good general.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Gongsun Chan crusaded against Yuan Shao, and during the war, Yan Gang thought that the other party had an ambush and advocated not moving, but Gongsun Chan resolutely ordered him to send troops. Yan Gang knew that there was a chance that he would not be able to come back, but he still went to die without stopping.

Sure enough, Yan Gang fell into an ambush by the enemy and died in a trap set by the enemy, and that year, Yan Gang was twenty-eight years old.

In terms of loyalty, how many people in the Three Kingdoms are comparable to Yan Gang?

"Your Highness, there are enemy troops ahead!"

Yan Gang looked forward, his face heavy.

Tens of thousands of iron horsemen paved in a mighty straight line ahead, blocking the way of the white horse.

"Your Highness retreats first, and the last general will block the enemy!" Yan Gang said anxiously.

"Yan Gang, I said that you underestimated this king." Zhu Huan smiled: "Gentlemen, and follow this king to the battle!" ”

Zhu Huan took the lead and rushed to the forefront!

Yan Gang was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted, and he shouted loudly: "White Horse Yicong, break the formation!" ”

……

"Such a fierce general, but only 3,000 horsemen, he dares to face my 10,000 horsemen."

The head of the ten thousand horsemen displayed in front of the white horse is Han Jinhu, the marshal of the Jingying Palace. He mistook Zhu Huan, who rushed to the front, for the vanguard of the White Horse.

After all, no one could have imagined that the person who dared to rush to the forefront was actually King Qi himself!

"Then let you stay here."

Han Jinhu drew his sword and shouted: "Jingying cavalry, charge!" ”

"Kill!!"